I had booked a spot on the flea market today, and with that I was in need of one: a car, or two: a cargo bike. My co-flea'ster let me on to the new possibility of borrowing a cargo bike from the city, and I quickly located my local branch. They occupy a beautiful low house in a backyard, only a block from me, and everything looks so picture perfect: a huge carved out wood swan on the roof of the entrance, scattered vegetation and a funky old sign posing by something that looks like a barn door. It all both looked and sounded too good to be true. And of course it was.
10 days ago I started with the phone calls. With no one answering, I moved up to visiting the office. Twice. I emailed. Still no luck. Finally I got through to a woman slightly embarrassed to inform me that they have just closed the bike-lending-option for the summer. Luckily that only goes for my neighbourhood, as it turns out the rest of Copenhagen is still up and running. And even if I don't live in the very centre of Copenhagen, as per the rules, they allowed me to borrow a cargo bike. All it took was one phone call, and I was set up. And here comes the best part: I picked it up at my local supermarket, Irma. For a small deposit I got the bike, 4 lights and two locks. Other than the headache from banging my forehead against the local branch, this is the closest thing to a free ride.
And the flea market on Onkel Dannys Plads (the square named after my favourite Danish poet: Uncle Danny) turned out to be amazing! The next one is on August 1st, and I recommend that you catch it if you can. I am just going to go ahead and throw in a nomination for a Classic Copenhagen Award in the category Best Flea Market. It was that good!
Sequins, silk scarves and fake noses, no flea market complete without it.
A cool customer.